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After all, why should I care what strangers think?" Ruth asked with sudden heat. Scissors with which to cut her hair, just in case. “It is like old times,” she said, “to hear these home truths. His thoughts, indeed, were too painful for utterance, and so acute were his feelings, that, for some time, they quite overcame him. How does one get work? She walked along the Strand and across Trafalgar Square, and by the Haymarket to Piccadilly, and so through dignified squares and palatial alleys to Oxford Street; and her mind was divided between a speculative treatment of employment on the one hand, and breezes—zephyr breezes—of the keenest appreciation for London, on the other. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. ’ ‘You may arrest me later. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. As he proceeded, other painful reminiscences were aroused.
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